Conversations overheard at the rendezvous.

This yer dog.

Never saw him before. He yorn?

Nope but he sure as hell is yourn. I knows that fer a fact.

If’fen he’s mine why’d you ask me then.

I ask’d you cuz you been tryin to pawn him off on me specially at suppertime.

Never did. You can go to hell for lyin as well as stealin.

I knows he yorn, you even named him. Everybody knows he’s yorn.

Iffen you knows so much whut’d I name him.

Hoosker. You named him Hoosker.

Listen to your ownself. You’d lie if the truth would set you free. Hoosker, who’d name a dog Hoosker.

You did. You named him after your Sister-in-law’s Mother-in-law. Said he resembled her some.

Hah! Now I got your sorry ass. I don’t even got a Sister-in-law let alone her mother-in-law.

Do too, you old fool. Remember when we was back in St Louie a year or so ago and you got to minglin with that little gal down in Polishtown. She fed you all that keilbasa and sauerkraut and Vodka. Remember the vodka? You drank so much vodka you didn’t know iffen you’d walked to work or wound yer watch. You said it looked like water, who could get drunk on water. You got a sister-in-law, and her mother-in-law too.

I seem to remember a little somethin about St Louie. Hey ain’t this your dog? You better go an get him fed he looks a little scrawny.